"What

we've

got

here

is

fai-

lure

to

com-

municate

Some

men,

you

just

can't

reach

So, you

get

what we

had

here,

last

week

Which

is

the

way

he

wants it

Well,

he

gets it

And I

don't

like

it

a-

ny

more

than

you

men"

Look

at

your

young

men

figh-

ting

Look

at

your

wo-

men

cry-

ing

Look

at

your

young

men

dy-

ing

The

way

they've

al-

ways

done

be-

fore

Look

at

the

hate

we're

bree-

ding

Look

at

the

fear

we're

fee-

ding

Look

at

the

lives

we're

lea-

ding

The

way

we've

al-

ways

done

be-

fore

My

hands

are

tied

The

bil-

lions

shift

from

side

to

side

And

the

wars

go

on

with

brain-

washed

pride

For

the

love

of

god

and

our

hu-

man

rights

And

all

these

things

are

swept

a-

side

By

bloo-

dy

hands

time

can't

de-

ny

And

are

washed

a-

way

by

your

ge-

no-

cide

And

hi-

story

hides

the

lies

of

our

ci-

vil

wars

D'you

wear

a

black

arm-

band

when

they

shot

the

man

Who

said

peace

could

last

for-

e-

ver?

And

in

my

first

me-

mo-

ries,

they

shot

Ken-

ne-

dy

I

went

numb

when

I

learned

to

see

So

I

ne-

ver

fell

for

Vi-

et-

nam

We

got

the

wall

in

D.

C.

to

re-

mind

us

all

That

you

can't

trust

free-

dom

when

it's

not

in

your

hands

When

e-

very-

bo-

dy's

figh-

tin'

for

their

pro-

mised

land

And

I

don't

need

your

ci-

vil

war

It

feeds

the

rich,

while

it

bu-

ries

the

poor

Your

po-

wer

hung-

ry,

se-

llin'

sol-

diers

in

a

hu-

man

groce-

ry

store

Ain't

that

fresh?

I

don't

need

your

ci-

vil

war

Look

at

the

shoes

you're

fil-

ling

Look

at

the

blood

we're

spil-

ling

Look

at

the

world

we're

kil-

ling

The

way

we've

al-

ways

done

be-

fore

Look

in

the

doubt

we've

wa-

llowed

Look

at

the

lea-

ders

we've

fo-

llowed

Look

at

the

lies

we've

swa-

llowed

And

I

don't

want

to

hear

no

more

My

hands

are

tied

For,

all

I've

seen

has

changed

my

mind

But

still

the

wars

go

on,

as

the

years

go

by

With

no

love

of

God

or

hu-

man

rights

And

all

these

dreams

are

swept

a-

side

By

bloo-

dy

hands

of

the

hyp-

no-

tized

Who

car-

ry

the

cross

of

ho-

mi-

cide

And

histo-

ry

bears

the

scars

of

our

ci-

vil

wars

We

prac-

tice

se-

lec-

tive

an-

ni-

hilation

Of

ma-

yors

and

go-

vern-

ment

of-

ficials

For

e-

xam-

ple,

to

cre-

ate

a

va-

cuum

Then

we

fill

that

va-

cuum

As

po-

pular

war

ad-

van-

ces

Peace

is

clo-

ser

I

don't

need

your

ci-

vil

war

It

feeds

the

rich,

while

it

bu-

ries

the

poor

Your

po-

wer

hung-

ry,

se-

llin'

sol-

diers

in

a

hu-

man

groce-

ry

store

Ain't

that

fresh?

I

don't

need

your

ci-

vil

war

I

don't

need

your

ci-

vil

war

I

don't

need

your

ci-

vil

war

Your

po-

wer

hung-

ry,

se-

llin'

sol-

diers

in

a

hu-

man

groce-

ry

store

Ain't

that

fresh?

I

don't

need

your

ci-

vil

war

I

don't

need

one

more

war

I

don't

need

one

more

war

What's

so

civil

a-

bout

war

a-

ny-

way?